It has been two days since the ghost attack, and luckily Sam and Dean weren't terribly hurt. Dean had a small bruise on his chest and Sam had a small cut on his head, but it was covered by his hair. And to top it off, both brothers were terribly, but silently bored. Thankfully, Sam wasn't as bored as his brother, because he had been experimenting with Hogan's electronics. He had been solely focused on figuring out just how Bobby could have called them, but when nothing worked, he became frustrated and had given up on it. Dean, on the other hand, didn't have any kind of job to do, so he pretty much just sat around, staying out of everyone's way. He started playing poker with Hogan's men, and had lately become friends with them. He was enjoying their company, but he missed flirting with women, hustling pool, getting a one night stand. However, despite these things, he deeply missed the one part of his life, the one thing that had been home. His Baby. So, the overall situation made him itch for a new hunt, because this sudden boredom was quite literally going to kill him, if he didn't get hell out of here.

Since becoming a little more acquainted with the Heroes, both brothers had found out all the crazy and impossible missions like disassembling a Tiger Tank, and reassembling it, also, they had found an airplane parts and fixed it, helping another woman to escape. After listening to all the tremendous and incredible missions, and of course, Dean dumb wittiness had asked Hogan, "Where are all the women anyway?"

It wasn't Hogan that answered, but his brother instead. "Dean, the reason there aren't any women, is because, if you haven't noticed, this is an all male camp."

Dean face went from sarcasm to complete horror in a split second. "Damn it! Are you telling me there is no chance of me meeting a hot woman?"

"Not necessarily," Hogan answered. "Every once in awhile we have a woman show up."

Dean's horrid look faded and that bright smile lit up his face again. He really wanted and hoped that if they ever got a new mission, it was one with a beautiful, hot, and gorgeous woman.

After a while, Sam and Dean had sat down at the table, enjoying a hot cup of coffee. Thanks to LeBeau being a chef, he had made a delicious cup of it, and gave it to everyone. Though, Sam and Dean knew he hadn't been very happy about using his coffee pot as a receiver, so they could listen in on Klink's conversation.

Speaking of Klink, because of the incident, he had, a day ago, told everyone that he was feeling a little under the weather, but had still went on with doing his job. The brothers had started to wonder if the Kommadant had been aware of the ghost when she had possessed him. They had, technically no way of knowing, except Sam of course. The ghost at the Asylum had screwed with his head and his emotions, and still it couldn't forgive himself. No matter how many times, he apologized to Dean, the guilt just didn't go away. And to top it off, the psychic part of him was wearing him down to the point he wondered what they were going to tell their father, when-if-they ever found him.

"So, no luck, huh?" Dean asked, turning his head towards his brother. Sam was still nursing his cup of coffee in his hand. It had turned cold after only taking a few sips out of it. Dean took in his appearance and noticed that his brother seemed to be a bit out of it. He looked awfully tired. Dean didn't know if had to do with the visions, stress, or the nightmares. Thankfully, Sam hadn't had anymore visions or nightmares, as of yet.

But knowing their luck. It was just a matter of time.

Sam sighed. "Maybe, my theory had been right. She—the ghost—must have done it when she was radiating out a lot of Psychokinetic energy."

"You really think that? I mean it is possible, which means that it may just be a one time thing."

"Yeah... Maybe." Sam wasn't convinced, something about this whole scenario was wrong. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was a nagging sensation in the back of his head that was either warning him of something. He hoped that it didn't mean he was going to have another vision anytime soon. He didn't think he could handle another, so soon. He had felt lousy today, and he didn't know why. He didn't have any sort of headache that usually accompanies a vision, instead, he was hit with a dreadful, unsettling feeling in his gut. One that was almost screaming at him that danger was coming.

"What's wrong, Sam?" Dean's question brought Sam back to the present and he glanced over at his older sibling.

"I don't know, Dean. Something…" he paused, unsure of how exactly he was going to tell his brother what he was feeling. "It's just that I have this terrible feeling and every time I try to take my mind off it the stronger it seems to get." For the last hour of so Sam had tried to convince himself that he was letting his imagination get the better of him. He had thought, it was the residual feelings of the vision from two days ago. But now, he wasn't so sure.

Dean stared at him seriously. He couldn't begin to understand or know how to help Sam with something that only he could see and feel and Dean felt like it was his duty to protect Sam from everything in the world, even though, they were technically adults and he knew that his baby brother could take care of himself, but he still was that same over protective brother, and that was something that would never change. Finally, he put a reassuring hand on his brother's shoulder and with his thumb and index finger, grabbed his brother's chin and turned his face gently so that hazel eyes connected with green eyes. "Sam, I know I can't do what you do, and if you say that something is going to happen or if you have one of your freaky ESP, psychic vibes, then I will trust it, because I trust you. You're not alone in this Sammy. You're my brother and nothing will ever change that."

Sam smiled softly at his brother, but Dean could still see the ocean of angst in his gaze, but it lifted slightly at Dean's words which made Dean smile, too. God, I hate these touchy-feely moments, he mentally groaned at that thought. But for him, it's definitely worth it.

"Thanks, Dean."

Dean let go of his brother, switching back to his Mr. Touch attitude just when Hogan entered from the underground, the bed lifted up, and both Sam and Dean turned to look at him in sync as he said, "Well, looks like we've got another visited." The colonel mainly mumbled to himself. Though, he really hadn't expected to look up to see the Winchesters wearing matching confusion.

"Who's coming?" Dean asked.

"Don't really know, London contacted us, telling us that a someone by the name of Bryce is coming. Apparently, whoever it is has some very important information," he said as he made his way over towards the brother, tapping the bed, so it would go down before he took a seat.

"What kind of information?" Sam asked curiously.

Hogan shook his head. "Don't know. London said that they had a big idea for a new weapon or something."

"Well, with a name like Bryce, sounds more like a last name. I sure hope it's a woman," Dean said with glee while his brother rolled his eyes. "What? Come on Sammy, it's been ages since I've been with a woman."

"Dean, you where with Jennifer, the night before he hunted the supposed Ghoul and wound up trapped here."

"Oh yeah, man! I almost forgot about her. Those gorgeous pale blue eyes, the curves of her body, and oh! The little butterfly tattoo on her-"

"Dean!" Sam yelled, cutting off Dean. He really didn't want to hear this.

"What? I was going to say ankle. Geez, you are such a buzz kill."

Night fall came, and Hogan had arranged for LeBeau to go out and find him. But the small, Frenchman was having a difficult time. He hated using the Big Bad Wolf cover. Sometimes he wished that they would use better codes. He thought against it, and radioed Hogan. He was just about to tell him that he couldn't find him, when a sudden twig cracked in half and footsteps approached. LeBeau quickly went on guard. He thought perhaps it was a German, and was just about to turn and bolt, before whoever it was caught sight of him. But Lebeau had caught sight of the person first and noticed that the person did not have on a German uniform, but instead casual clothing and it was indeed not a male, but instead a female. Her black hair flowing in the light breeze, and her face pale but her smile beautiful.

"LeBeau? LeBeau! What's going on?" Hogan's yell though the radio brought him out of his trance and he pressed the button.

"Colonel, we may have a slight problem."